A modern love story in the ancient neighborhood of Yemin Moshe..
(photo credit: ILLUSTRATIVE/JERUSALEM POST ARCHIVES/WERNER BRAUN)
When the bus stopped, Ronit said “this is us.” Daniel’s stomach lurched. After weeks of eating onions, peppers, and spicy hummus and tabouli for breakfast at her restaurant every day, getting heartburn in the hopes of meeting Ari, Daniel was suddenly terrified. He had an urge to turn back, to be alone with Ronit. He didn’t want to share her. He finally felt strong and successful; he feared fading in a greater man’s shadow.They climbed off the bus and he followed her down cobblestone streets. Although it was a nice, breezy day, he was perspiring, wishing he’d worn shorts and sneakers, not long pants and loafers with no traction. Ronit pointed to the huge windmill overlooking the Hinnom Valley on King David Street.
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